The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

this is Bella

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling and her

her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring her. "Rachel, you

was warm and friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out."

call, which implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they connected? How had he not

waiting for my call

"Ms. Thompson, if

I'd still be willing to wait. The choice to contact me is yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed

extended considerable patience to the caller. She remained silent,

often admired how

et

ine

hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her

patience was something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience

I called to tell

ready to testify

words trembling as if

heart raced, and his